As a test pilot of the United Aircraft Manufacturing Group, Osipovich is the new generation of the group. When he was born, the Soviets were still at their peak, but when he became an adult, Russia became a mud-footed giant.

The glory of the past has long disappeared, and the Russians with trembling attributes have endured for more than twenty years in various chaos and bumps. Boss Pu can still maintain the ruling foundation of the state's regime with his tough skills, but under this foundation are a series of decaying pillars.

The two Chechen wars, the Georgian wars, the Crimean conflicts, the Ukrainian conflicts, and the current Syria conflicts, each war is releasing Russia's blood, making it constantly weak.

From Tsarist Russia back then to the number to Russia now, the political and social system of Mao Bear has not fundamentally changed. It is still a daunting but bloated fat patient, but after the disintegration, it has been taking over the old capital for more than 20 years, and now it is finally time to really pay the price.

The T-50 fighter jet that Osipovich drove around him was both proud and frustrated. The Maobei military industry has always had the habit of bragging, and is good at packaging and blowing some extremely backward things into a comparable alien technology. The T-50 is a typical example.

I thought that I used the design of the body's appearance to achieve stealth effects, but this view was proposed by Mao Xiong's own scholars. However, Mao Xiong's computer technology was too backward, and Americans continued to create various stealth fighters and put them into actual combat.

As for the t-50, it’s just a flat-shot Su-27, and the design plan is too conservative.

"Osipovich, it's time for you to take off." A ground crew member rushed over and reminded.

Osipovich nodded. He had already put on his full anti-Dutch suit, grabbed the flight helmet and walked towards the boarding gangway, grabbed the handrail and climbed up. This time he also took a great risk to make a vote, but the five million dollars still made him extremely moved.

With this money, why should you stay in Russia and suffer?

The t-50 was designed by the Sukhoi Aviation Design Agency in Moscow, but its first few prototypes were manufactured and tested at the Gongqingcheng Aircraft Manufacturing Plant on the Amur River in the Far East.

Osipovich was originally going to fly the No. 07 prototype to Zhukovsky Air Force Base in Moscow for subsequent test flights. During the transition, he reported temporarily landing at a small airport north of Mongolia due to weather reasons. After bribing the airport guards, he drove the precious fighter plane to make a fortune.

He only took two days to go home after finishing his work. Osipovich had the natural boldness and optimism of a bear. For the sake of five million dollars, he decided to fight.

Look at the time, the target should be almost over Ulaanbaatar. Osipovich's T-50 is just a prototype and does not carry missiles. He is ready to approach the target and use a 30-mm cannon to dry it down.

Everything was ready, Osipovich was excited and ready to fight for the second half of his life. The t-50 was full of fuel and shells, and the two high-thrust turbofan engines outputted surging power, pushing it quickly into the air, "For five million dollars, Ula!"

Take off, take off, cut into the target track, turn on the radar to scan the entire airspace, and soon all the flying targets within a range of hundreds of kilometers around Ulaanbaatar appeared on Osipovich's radar screen.

Ulaanbaatar is the capital of Mongolia and a transit airport for East Asia to European countries. There are many passenger planes passing by. Osipovich has no way to confirm the target just by looking at the signals on the radar. He must enter the visual range before deciding whether to fire.

As a professional air-control fighter, although the T-50 is not as good as the F-22's genuine fourth-generation fighter, it is still easy to deal with a passenger aircraft.

Osipovich flew in the sky lightly, and he kept approaching the flying passenger plane he had found on the radar, and made judgments with his naked eyes.

"This is Lufthansa's Boeing 747, this is Air France's a320, and this is Mongolian Airlines' Folk 100. Where is that damn a380?" Osipovich looked for several planes in a row, but failed to find the target.

A strange plane suddenly appeared in the sky, and Ulaanbaatar International Airport, which was responsible for ground air traffic control, immediately asked Osipovich. Listening to the ground inquiry from the radio public channel, Osipovich simply closed the channel.

"Damn Sukhoi Design Bureau, is this the stealth fighter you designed? Even the ground civil navigation radar has found me." Osipovich cursed in anger. He was still trying to find his own target, but this time he found a suspicious object.

A passenger plane originally flew in an airspace of more than 10,000 meters, but it suddenly dropped its altitude a few minutes ago. It looked like it was a big trouble and was about to land for a forced landing. This panic looked very abnormal.

"It's you, I want to avoid me when I hide on the ground like this?" Osipovich accelerated to the past with a grim smile. With the strong thrust of the two al-41f1 turbofan engines, the t-50 quickly approached within a few kilometers of the target.

"Little Guaiguai, come to Daddy." The clear sky has a good view. Osipovic can already see that there is a flying A380 in front of him, which is exactly the model of passenger plane he is looking for.

As he continued to get closer, Osipovich also saw that the airplane had no ordinary airline logo on the tail, but instead a pattern of an aurora.

"Hahaha, I found you. Damn it, I almost thought you had let you slip away. Don't complain now that I'm a bad guy. I can only say that you are too unlucky, go see God!" Osipovich's radar had turned into the fire control state to lock the target, and it was close to the range of the cannon at an equal distance.

As the fighter plane got closer and closer, Osipovich became more and more excited. When he was about to press the button to fire, a shadow suddenly appeared in the sky covering his vision. Something approached the T-50. He subconsciously turned his head and looked at it, and his eyes were stunned.

Oh..., God!

I..., what did I see?

How could this thing appear in front of me?

It makes no sense, am I above Mongolia? Not over the United States?

Osipovich almost glared out his eyes. At this moment, a heavy air combat aircraft appeared beside him. Single-seat, double-engine, large-angle, double-dead tail, small-faced, trapezoidal wing surface, blister cockpit, square binary vector nozzle, which is clearly...

This is really a hell, where did the F-22 come from?! When did the Americans arrange this thing in Mongolia?

The two fighter jets were very close, with a distance of less than 100 meters. The pilots on both sides could clearly see each other's heads. The pilot of the F-22 was also turning his head to look at Osipovich, and stretching out a middle finger to gesture at him. The meaning was very simple fuk-you!
Chapter completed!